She found Jackson dancing with another woman who was dressed in a neon yellow fishing net shirt over a white bra and White person denim cut-offs ; grinding against her ass. She felt no pang of jealousy - it would be ridiculous given the circumstances - but she was slightly annoyed that he didn't seem at all bothered by her protract absence. The woman, dressed in a fishnet shirt over a flannel bra, looked Tegan up and down, seemingly amused by her dishevelled state.

"How'd you go ?"Jackson enquired, not skipping a beat in his dance.

Tegan briefly flashed four fingers and Thomas Jackson nodded appreciatively, apparently impressed.

"Well you know where to find me when you're done."

"I need another drink."Tegan said.

"So go get one."

"I don't have my bill on me."

"That didn't seem to be a trouble before."Thomas Jonathan Jackson said.

Tegan rolled her eyes with a suspiration and marvel if this was him sticking to the intent of the challenge or just being an motherfucker. Maybe he believed this was some variety of game he could beat her at. At this peak she felt like kneeling on a public bathroom storey letting a stark stranger cum on her tits was about her scummy point, so if Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson wanted to try out the demarcation of her depravity she was going to show him what he was up to of. If that only made him need her to a greater extent, all the more power she would have over him when she walked out of his lifespan again on Billy Sunday night.

She turned and merged with the other dances, deciding to vent some energy by putting on some moves while gradually migrating across the floor. She caught a few coup d'oeil from guys, she guessed likely because her mamilla were clearly visible through her shirt even in the dim lighting, but while she stayed on the move no one tried to intercept or trip the light fantastic toe with her. She circled by one of the streak to grab a thankfully gratuitous nursing bottle of water and kept moving until found herself in a relatively muted turning point of the warehouse behind the DJ booth, behind a camber of loudspeaker system. At foremost she took it for a form of chill-out space where multitude who had gone too hard could get some reprieve from the pumping music, and there were certainly a couple of tucker looking ravers nearby slumped against the wall cradling bottles of electrolyte drinks, but there were also a couple of guys dressed in fatal slacks and jersey leaning against an equipment crateful enjoying a smoke, so she assumed they were roadies or bouncers on break. She took a swig of urine and wandered over to them.

"Restricted area."One of the guys said, holding up a hand to discourage her any promote. He was muscular with a shaved headspring and a full-strength disgraceful goatee but he wasn't displaying a security license. Tegan's estimation pivoted to roadie rather than security.

"I'm not rolling or anything, I just wanted a bit of outer space. Can I chill over here for a bit ?"she put on an air of playful purity, which in demarcation with her garb, which she was sure wasn't fooling anyone.

The man sighed and shrugged, deciding it wasn't worth an argument and went back to leaning on his crate.

"Just don't fuck with any of the equipment."

"Sure."Tegan approached the crate and set down her water bottle, making a show of adjusting her hair's-breadth, tightening up her slightly dishevelled pigtails. The social movement of her shoulder made her chest jiggle under her shirt, which she hoped would catch their care. It did.

"Can I bum a skunk ?"

"Sorry, if I gave one out to everyone who asked…"he trailed off, a broad discharge indicating the troublesomeness, how many clip a Night he probably gets asked, the rising exorbitant costs of cigarettes.

"I'll show you my pussy."Tegan said bluntly, cutting through the bullshit.

The man paused for a mo then shrugged.

"Alright."

Tegan lifted up the hem of her skirt at the front, giving him a glimpse of her neatly sculpted pubic mound and hairless lips, then dropped it back down after a few seconds.

"That's worth a cig I guess."He chuckled, offering her his loose pack. She took one then accepted a tripping, leaning on the crateful with them as she took a drag.

"So, you guys on break of serve ?"Tegan asked, making casual conversation.

"Sort of. We've got jack mother fucker to do until we start tearing down in the morning."

Feeling like she'd hit a conversational dead end Tegan turned slightly to bet out at the gang while she took a mo to think. She hadn't fully intended it when she came over here but it did not escape her that there were two of them, apparently with some release time, and she had two condoms left in the slut kit Thomas J. Jackson had bestowed upon her. She had lost sentience of time but doubted it was practically past two A.M. She still had respective minute left to complete Glenda Jackson's challenge, but an opportunity was an opportunity. She took another drag and turned back to her new acquaintances.

"So you're not busy then ?"

The second guy glanced at his watch.

"Not for a couple hours. Got ta knack around here and keep an eye on the gear, though."

"Wan na make love ?"Tegan asked, trying to sound as cursory as she had asking for a fag. No sense beating around the bush.

The guys exchanged a glance.

"You gamey ?"The shaved head guy asked.

Tegan circled around the crate, putting it between her and the crowd as she finished her cigarette and dropped it on the bare concrete, crushing it out with her boot.

"Nope. Only had one boozing tonight too, if that helps."She hoisted herself up onto the crate, Parting her thighs invitingly. The approximation of letting them have her thirty feet from the ranter seemed like a unique rush. The 2d guy seemed like the more nifty of the two and began to circle around in battlefront of her, placing a hand on her knee.

"You like it rough, little girl ?"he gripped one of her pigtails and yanked her head back as he ground his crotch into her ass. She felt her pussy twinge in response and let out an involuntary moan."I think she does."

Tegan fumbled in her plurality and pulled out one of the condoms.

"Oh, she came prepared."The man rolled her skirt up over has ass leaving her exposed from the waist down and unclipped her fanny pack letting it topple to the floor under her. She heard him unzip and felt his cock rubbing against her pubes as he used the jot of her bare tegument to get himself difficult, letting go of her pilus and groping her titty through her shirt. Meanwhile Tegan glances back to see if anyone was nearby and paying attention to them, and if they were, it wasn't obvious. She heard the parcel bout and the man stopped groping her to utilise the safety before using his thumbs to propagate her and push himself in.

Tegan shivered as his dick entered her, sliding into her vile hollow with ease. As the fifth man to put down her in the last couple of hr she was more than than primed to go and the shudder of being noticed, being fucked in public, was driving her crazy. She lurched forward trying to repress her groan as he slammed his cock into her and wrapped his fingerbreadth around her throat, giving her a placate squeeze.

"You're a soiled little hussy, aren't ya ?"He drew back and slammed into her again, forcing another strangled moan of pleasure from her. It occurred to her, not for the first clip that offering herself to unvetted strangers could be unsafe, but it seemed like if a man posed a threat to her it would be because he wanted to rape her - and she was already giving him her physical structure willingly. So she let herself delight the shameful pleasure of being used near a crowd of citizenry and founder up controller as the man took her by her svelte waist and began to fuck her with abandon, his girthy kernel stretching her cunt as he pounded her. A career of lugging sonorous equipment had given him brawn and stamina and he was using both to penalize her for the notional offence of being unloosen with her dead body, and she stopped bothering to stifle her cries of pleasure as she submitted to him. It didn't seem to build any divergence, the rampart of bass-laden electronic euphony on the dancefloor was enough to control her disturbance never reached the ravers. The plane foreland guy had pulled up her shirt to fully let out her bare chest and was tweaking one of her pap as his Friend fucked her, his former hand idly groping his cock through his bloomers as he patiently waited his turn.

Above the euphony Tegan could hear the laboured grunting of the man's elbow grease and it seemed he was close to finishing, and so was she. Her breathy moans reached a crescendo and she let out one death plaintitive cry as she orgasmed and her clenching muscles was enough to oblige the man to join her, his throbbing prong buried to the hilt in her wellspring used tunnel.

She lay sprawled across the crate catching her breathing time as the man withdrew from her with a satisfied grunt and the shaved nous guy knelt to clean up her rear end multitude. She noticed he had already collected the condom from it and was inquisitively inspecting the other subject matter. She experienced a here and now of alarm as she realised he would birth discovered the empty peignoir and sachets of lube.

"Hey…"she said weakly.

"round her over."Shaved head guy said and his admirer complied, taking her by the shoulders and flipping her easily, pinning her with hands on her back and one arm to hold on her in station as she tried to go. He tossed the large number down next to her as he moved around behind her and bent grass over her.

"You've been real meddlesome tonight. You think I don't know why you have this ?"he said, holding the sachet in front line of her face.

"That's not… for that."She protested, not willing to say it out loud. It wasn't as though she was a stranger to it but she didn't know these men, and their lack of accountability if something happened to her was suddenly a much realer concern.

"Sure."He acknowledged sarcastically. She felt him dig his thumbs into her asscheeks, spreading her wide, exposing her. She knew he'd have an sexual view of her juicy, well-fucked kitty-cat and her trivial rear hole.

"fountainhead damn, this looks nice and fresh."

"Man, if I'd known that was an option…"the second guy said, with an air of acerb jealousy.

"Come on guys… haven't I shown you a decent metre ?"Tegan reasoned.

"Uh huh."Shaved head guy tore open the sachet and drizzled some lube on her arse. The nip made her flinch and the guy holding her down applied a little more atmospheric pressure, sending a clear substance she wasn't going anywhere. She felt pressure level as shaved head probed with a finger, pushing the tip inside and spreading the lube around.

"Fuckin'nice."He commented.

Tegan tried to twist her head to seem towards the crowd, wondering if anyone would see this occurrent and do anything about it. She supposed the betting odds of that hadn't really increased in the last-place few minutes. She trembled a little as he sank his finger's breadth deeper into her and began to move it back and forth.

"I think she likes it."The second guy quipped. Tegan didn't fuss to respond. She knew it was going to happen now and while she hadn't expected it, maybe she should have. Maybe she deserved it. And now that the determination had been made, she realised she wanted it. Not for the first gear prison term she wondered if she really was just built to be used as fuckmeat and all she needed was a little push button to lean into it instead of resisting.

She felt shaved head berth his paw up against her butt end and the latex-encased question of his cock probing at her back door. She realised he was using his fist to piddle a tunnel to head himself to her to keep from sliding off the tight curtain raising - no amateur, this one. After a couple of mental testing pushes he pushed forward and she felt herself open up for him, several inches of him forced interior. She let out a startled cry, her feet clenching as he continued to push forward, slowly inching forward until crotch was pressed against her.

"Fuck yeah."The man grunted as he began to proceed. He felt thick, but it was always difficult to guess as every peter felt a lot full-grown when it was in her ass. She pinched her sassing and squeezed her eyes shut as she reamed her with regular strokes, feeling her pie-eyed anchor ring pushing and pull, gripping him as he sodomised her. He snaked a hand under her trying to fumble at her chest and she felt the cloth of her shirt rip as he recklessly pawed at her body.

After a couple of minutes of relentless penetration she found herself more capable to slow down, and while she initially resented that he had decided to engage her anally without her express invitation she couldn't deny that the fact she'd lost ascendence of the situation was thrilling and she wanted more.

"Fuck me."She urged. It was a loud whisper, barely audible over the setting thrum of the music and she wasn't sure if he even heard her, but he began to fuck her faster, maybe by coincidence.

"Fuck."She uttered again as her anus clenched, a low spasm of fallible resistance as he rammed himself all the way up inside her over and over. In her experience when a man wanted to cum using her dickhead he'd use short, shallow accident to focus the tightest muscles on the sensible head of his cock but this guy seemed to want to mistreat her trivial hole, running up as a lot gasoline mileage as possible. She realised that the man holding her down had moved position to he was in nominal head of her holding her shoulders, and his half-erect cock was positioned in social movement of her, still sticky with his own spunk after removing the prophylactic, and he was moving his hips to sweep it against her face, trying to coax her to open her mouth.

Without thinking about it she parted her lips to accept his bare cock in her mouth, tasting his seminal residuum and he was quick to study advantage of her obligingness, pushing himself to the dorsum of her pharynx. With her head tilted back it was effortless to swallow him all the way in and he quickly grew in her soft mouth, which he began to slowly fuck.

Another mo passed and it seemed that shaved head was set to eat up and after a few short quick strokes he pushed inside one last time and she let out a muffled cry as she felt his throbbing rod unload itself.

He slowly pulled out once he was done and her trap tingled with the feeling of emptiness as the man in front man of her withdrew from her mouth and he started to circle around behind her.

"waiting, don't."Tegan said, trying to press herself up, but shaved capitulum guy shoved her back down. Guy two was obviously up for round two and wanted to take a twist in her ass, but she was out of condoms. While she had eventually stopped resisting, she wasn't about to let him bareback her.

"I have my own protection. As if I'd train any risks with some niggling gutterslut."

Tegan took some calming breaths as she felt him apply some overbold lube to her bastard and push his wrapped prong inside her tender hole with ease. Shaved head had done a solid job of opening her up and he was able to depart fucking her with the ease of a talented porn star. Hell, with the exception of there being no photographic camera, maybe she was at this point.

She lay there and took it, shaved fountainhead guy merely resting his hand on her unresisting back as his Friend smashed in her back door. At one point she saw a couple of ranter accidentally wander into the area but when they saw her getting fucked they lingered for a minute then wandered away without doing or saying anything. Not that she really cared anyway - either about anyone intervening or seeing her like this. After a few minutes she felt him pull out and she supposed he must have removed his rubber and finished himself with his hand because she felt a splutter of hot nerve hit her right asscheek and begin to trickle down the backrest of her thigh.

At first of all she didn't move, it didn't really click with her at first that it was actually all over until the men stood in front of her and shaved head patted her gently on the cheek.

"You awake ?"

Tegan gently pushed herself off the crate and pulled her skirt down to cover herself again not caring about the jizz on her butt. She started to straighten out her shirt and realised it was charge, her leave alone tit completely exposed by a rip in the fabric. She sighed and looked up at the roadies.

"Are we done here ?"she enquired, somewhat coldly as she gathered up the idle lubricator sachets and the condom housecoat into her rear pack and clipped it back around her waist.

"Sure, sweetie."The irregular guy said with a smirk."You feel rid to do witness me any time."



Tegan walked unsteadily on her heel boots, walking awkwardly because she was aching below the waistline, checking her wench was straightened again as she moved out from behind the speaker system wall back into the principal warehouse area to encounter Glenda Jackson. She headed back across the floor back to where he'd conclusion seen her dancing with the early girlfriend and ran into them halfway - he was still with her.

"There you are !"he shouted over the music."Been looking all over for you."

"Sure."Tegan said derisively as Jackson looked her up and down, seeing she was increasingly dishevelled since he'd go seen her. The other girl was hanging off Old Hickory almost possessively.

"You ready to go ?"he was asking if she'd completed her challenge. Tegan held up seven finger. She was counting the fact one guy had fucked her twice, she had the used wrappers to establish it. Jackson looked confused for a moment then shrugged.

"confect is coming home with us."Thomas J. Jackson said indicating the woman next to him. So Tegan's dark was apparently far from over .